Je cherche...

I am looking for my Amelie DVD. I can't remember if I lent it out to someone or if it just disappeared in my room somewhere. It's an edited copy that was hard to get a hold of...so...if you have it...I want it back! :)

Pas Si Simple

Gah, I hate coming back from trips. I hate unpacking, I hate having to wake up on time again, I hate returning to the same old. I hate the let down of knowing it's over, you're not going to go watch that amazing Russian couple dance tonight, you won't see Katusha's perfect reverse wave. Just as you get all excited and hyped up on ballroom, you have to come home and start thinking in numbers and figures instead of feelings and movements. Everytime we go to a huge comp like this someone always says, "They're great dancers and all, but this is their entire life. I don't envy them at all." And you know what, sometimes I disagree. I wonder what it would be like to live ballroom just for a little while. When I'm not thinking about anything, I'm thinking about ballroom. I'm planning my next dress or how I'm going to do my hair for the next comp or what I'm going to do to improve that back break in rumba. I love it. I love it. I love it.

It kind of scares me to think I'll have to give it up someday. I don't know how I can.


P.S. Way to go McCain on the VP pick. We'll see how much the liberals are for a woman in the executive branch when she's a conservative. :P

So long, so long (I've been on a Dashboard kick lately)

Some random thoughts:

I've had a change of residence.
I live near campus, finally! It feels so good to be back in an apartment.

I think my intestines are whacked. Sometimes, it feels like they've been filled with lead and they're weighing down on each other crushing my abdomen, and the only way to relieve it is to lay down. Other times I can feel food or whatever moving through them. It's weird.

Tonight I'm headed to California! All night...on a bus...woot....and on the way home we're driving all night....on a bus...whatever it takes to get there, right?

My hair is all competition ready, and it is the funniest thing walking around in the real world, seeing all the looks I get. hahaha

Ummm, I'm pretty sure I originally had a point to this post, but I seem to have lost it along the way. Have a great weekend everyone!

I'm going there someday

I went to the temple yesterday. It'd been over a month since I'd been, and oh my greatness, it's like every time I go I've forgotten how good it feels to be there. It felt like coming home. It reminded me of what Peter said on the Mount of Transfiguration with Christ, "Lord, it is good for us to be here." Amen! It's good to be at the temple! I really want to be able to go on a regular basis this upcoming semester. Last year was a little off and on...the beginning of the summer was better...but still. It's going to be uber tricky finding time, but it's a commandment, right? And the Lord giveth no commandments save he shall prepare a way to accomplish them, right? So I'll do what I can.

New Favorite Song:

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, whichever you prefer.

La voiture de mes reves...

I am the opposite of claustrophobic. I love small spaces: crowds, bathroom stalls, my walk-in closet, the lifejacket cubby in Jody's boat, etc.

So...I think I have found the perfect car for me:A smart car. Admit it, it's the cutest car you've ever seen. It gets great gas mileage, is fairly inexpensive, and it is so European. If you want to buy me a Christmas present...you know what I want. :)

Afterthought

I think this every day on my to and from campus, and I really just need to get it out of my system before I go a little crazy:

I hate, hate, hate it when people go 30 on a 35 mph road or 40 on a 50 mph road, especially as they're passing the speed limit sign. Hello! People have to get places, and I understand if you don't want to speed, in fact, I commend you on your desire to be safe, but could you AT LEAST DRIVE AT THE SPEED LIMIT? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

Whew.

Another small item of interest: I got a new phone. Never in my life have I had a "cute" phone because quite frankly, I don't really care what my phone looks like or what features it has, so long as I can call people. But...my family was up for an upgrade and the blue chocolate phone was free, so I got it. And it matches my blue camera. And I love it.

And I hope you all have wonderful weekends. In exactly one week I'll be back in California!! Cheers!

Like Vines...

Hotsprings are a beautiful thing.
That's all I have to say about that.
:D

Viva Las Vegas, Baby!

I do not pretend to like Las Vegas; in fact, it is one of my least favorite places in the world because of: bugs, heat, sketcho stuff, casinos, cigarette smoke, heat, heat, heat.
BUT, last weekend I found several reasons to enjoy it all the same.
1. Ballroom competitions- the whole reason for this trip. I haven't competed since March, and oh my greatness, it was a blast. 3rd place wasn't too bad of a placing either ;)
2. Shopping- although I didn't actually buy anything (I'm still broke from California and the H&M at Planet Hollywood is crappy), it was still very enjoyable.
3. Pool parties until 3:30 AM- really, need I say more?
4. Cheesecake Factory- sooooo delicious. I'm hungry just thinking about my raspberry lemon cheesecake right now...
5. Chilling in hotel rooms- I don't know why, but it's really fun just to hang out with friends in hotels. Maybe I'm a little weird..:s
6. The company I kept- Basically, I went down with the most fun people. It was awesome!

Errr...(I'm feeling British today)

Hmmm.
You know, I'm almost constantly writing blog posts in my head (anyone else do that?), but I really can't think of anything to say. I've been really lazy politically lately....have been deleting all of my Washington Post emails without even reading them, barely skimming my Glenn Beck newsletter, and I've got 6 (maybe 8? can't remember) Bill O'Reilly podcasts to which I have yet to listen.
Pretty much I've been doing exactly what I wished for some four months ago. My time is equally split between practice at the RB and working in the lab (although it's been a little tipped to the RB side lately...).
And now I have to go back to practice.
This post really didn't have any point, it's just been a few days since I've written anything publishable...I wrote a couple of things earlier this week, but they were definitely only meant for my eyes.

Vegas comp is in: 1 day
Embassy is in: 14 days
I move into my apartment in: 14 days
Classes start in: 19 days

One minute you're down, the next you're...

It was announced this morning: I am competing the medley at Embassy after all.

Rollercoaster, I tell you. Ballroom is one long rollercoaster.

The Minnow and the Trout

Well, this post was nothing like I was planning on writing. Read on though, it's a little interesting.

I took AP chemistry my senior year of high school. I hadn't taken chem since I was a sophomore, so I was a little nervous...it was hard. Really, really hard. It'd take me a couple hours to complete three problems on the homework. I was getting 70% on tests (which back in high school of course was entirely unacceptable to me), and I wasn't understanding the material like I was used to when I'd taken it two years earlier.
One night I snapped. I couldn't figure out a problem so I moved on to the next one. Couldn't solve it either. Moved on to the next, couldn't do it, etc etc, and finally I just lost it. With angry tears streaming down my face, I threw that textbook as hard as I could at my pretty yellow bedroom wall. That wall still has a dent in it almost two years later. That textbook lost both its front and back covers.
But I pulled it together eventually and went on to get a 5.
I react violently to change sometimes, especially when it doesn't go my way at first. I fight it tooth and nail until I finally sink into a routine again, and then I'm fine. Then I excel. But until I get a grip...it's not pretty.
Big change: I started rehearsals for tour team. They are hard. I feel like a crappy dancer. I get corrected a lot, and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to compete the medley in Embassy. BUT, I haven't cried yet, and give me a couple weeks and I'll find my stride again.

I want to learn Mandarin. Just a parting thought.

Chapstick and Chapped Lips and Things Like Chemistry

It's now less than a month until school starts and in honor of that, I have changed my blog template to a more festive layout. Enjoy!

A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words

I adore California. And my friends. Put them both together for five days, and it's wonderful.

Ender Will Save Us All

Oh goodness. I am such a silly girl.
This is what I have done for the past, ok, my entire life: every time any guy shows any interest in me, I back way off. WAY OFF. Even if I liked the guy in the first place!
I think I am afraid of relationships. I just cannot get comfortable with the idea of tying myself to someone else, even in the loosest of ways!
I don't know how to play this game. Every scrap of ability I have was not put into anything people-related.

And I'm sorry I'm such a control freak. Gosh, sometimes I look back on what I've done, and I'm like, what the heck was I thinking and why did no one slap me? Every project, every event, everything, I just have to bestow it upon myself to get my hands in all the details. Probably a good trait when it comes to school, but you know what, sometimes I should just chillax and let other people do something.

Ah, deedge. I ought to write something peppy about California. Soon to come, I promise.